I just wanted to share a little funny-ha-ha with you... because, personally, I can't stop giggling about it.
This weekend, I was dog- and cat-sitting for some friends. They live a bit of distance away, and I need to run over there very early in the morning (typically before 7am), then in the evening again. Sunday morning, I set my alarm, got up when it went off and just quickly dressed and ran out of the house. The Hubs was still sound asleep.
I took care of the furred-ones and then on my drive home remembered I had to pick up something that another friend said she'd leave out for me on her deck, so I happily drove over to pick that up. The entire drive home I was craving... pancakes. This is SUPER weird for me because... if anyone really knows me... most of the time pancakes make me gag! But anyway, I figured The Hubs wouldn't get up to go out with me... and we didn't have the makings for them at home... and they really aren't all that healthy... so I just headed home.
After I parked in the driveway, I gathered up my things and reminded myself to be quiet as I entered the house, so as not to wake The Hubs. Boy, was I startled to turn around and see the front door swing open and The Hubs walking out of the house. I jerked to a stop when he said, "What are you doing home?" Immediately I responded with my own question, "Where are you going?" He bent down to pick up the newspaper and toss it inside (may I just mention that we ONLY receive the newspaper on Sundays). Standing up, he looked at me and said, "I'm going to work!" Like I was dense to ask...
I had to think for a minute. Was he on call? No. Did he tell me he was going in today? No. Would he go in this early if he did? No.....
We looked at each other, a pause growing and finally I said, "Honey.... It's Sunday."
My poor guy. He had heard me leave in the morning to take care of my foster dogs, turned to look at his alarm clock and thought he hadn't turned it on and was "happy" he had heard me leave, prompting him to turn it on. When his alarm went off, he woke up, showered, shaved and dressed for his Monday morning at work.
How fortuitous that I happened to drive back up to the house at that exact moment! Just a minute or two later and he would have already been driving to work. I wonder what his facial expression would have been when he reached that empty destination.
We walked into the house together, the look of confusion still clear on his face. "Honey, that's the Sunday paper you just picked up. I was just taking care of the foster dogs." By this time, I couldn't hold back my laughter and was giggling uncontrollably. Thankfully, he found the humor and started laughing too. Unwittingly, he had played an April Fools joke on himself, albeit a day early!
Since he was all dressed and spiffy... we went out to breakfast. A rare treat.
And I got my pancakes.